Jennifer started appearing on Misadventures with Andi in various forms in May of 2010. I had been reading her blog, Chez Loulou, for several months, fascinated by her dedication to French cheeses. I eventually got up the nerve to ask her to guest post about the cheese festival in her neck of the woods, Fête des fromages Rocamadour. I LOVE cheese, so I have been a huge fan of the blog for a long time.
But beyond cheese, Jennifer’s blog is also a resource for people moving to France, she has great posts with all kinds of useful information that go a long way in preventing total meltdown with dealing with all things France (trust me on this!).
And while I am not a huge fan of the south of France (sorry too hot!) I loved hearing about Jennifer’s impressions when she wrote for the first Beyond Paris series about [Her] South of France. She’s moved on to greener pastures…literally and comes back a second time to write about her new home beyond Paris.
Normandy has a certain reputation. And not a very good one, I’m afraid.
According to almost every French person I’ve met, it rains in Normandy.
All. The. Time.
Well, I have a secret to share with you. And this might get me into trouble with the locals…
So please don’t tell anyone else. Ok?
It isn’t true.
When we moved to Basse-Normandie a year ago from the south of France, I prepared myself for the worst. I expected day after day of grey skies and drizzle and in preparation, went out and bought myself a pair of colorful rain boots.
And while my rain boots do come in handy from time to time, I have been pleasantly surprised by the weather. It just isn’t as bad as we were led to believe.
The landscape is gorgeous and green, and the region has a stunning coastline. I wish I could even begin to describe the spectacular sunsets and the light! I can see why the Impressionist painters were so inspired by Normandy, and why many of them made their homes here.
Of course it does rain in Normandy. But even if it is raining, there is usually the promise of sunshine within the hour. I like to call the weather, “schizophrenic.”
At first I was surprised by the pessimistic attitude toward Normandy’s weather, when it dawned on me that maybe it gets such a bad rap because the locals like it that way? Maybe they don’t want anyone else to know just how wonderful it is here?
If so, I guess I’ve just let le chat out of the bag.